A good friend of mine has a part-Siamese kitty who was also prone to snoozing on keyboards when he was a kitten. He looked almost exactly like this fuzzball. Memories!
This is exactly the position my cat adopts when I have to get up every morning and leave for work. So comfortable and blissful, while I stumble around looking for business clothes on my floor, swearing.
You know you're tired of your job when you find yourself jealous of a domesticated animal who shits in a box and dines nightly on hardened, dehydrated grade F horse meat.
@morninggloria: I have always been envious of cats. They sleep all day and have someone feed them and clean up after them. If there is reincarnation, I want to come back as a house cat.
@morninggloria: You're a terrible cat owner. My cat shits on my carpet when she wants and eats D grade horse meat and occasionally Kleenex when one falls on said carpet. I'm calling Sarah McLachlan.
@VegetableServing: Aw shit, she's going to come to my door singing "Angel" and holding up a one-eyed puppy to guilt me out of being such a shitty CatMom.
@PootyT: See, I've been avoiding having a kitten (I adopted a grown cat) because I KNOW I would not be able to make it through a work day with my little baby at home. I'm a sucker for kittens.
@RoxNminral: First, good on you for adopting a grown-up -- they have a harder time finding homes. Second, omg, totally. I work from home now, but when I worked in an office and fostered kittens, I'd go home at lunch, or come up with "dentist appointments" I desperately needed to attend mid-day so that I could go home and shove my face in a pile o' kittens.
@heatherwritesstuff: i've been going home for lunch, but even after a few days i can tell my bosses are tired of it already...we're an "eat lunch at your desk" kind of place. :(
@PootyT: Haha. My bosses were poor sports, too. Glad I work from home now and can cuddle my foster babies all I want.
That's awesome! I will also one day be a crazy cat lady. I'm actually not allowed to have pets in my apartment -- so I foster for the SPCA as it's easier to hide teh kittiez when they (and their cat hair/litter tracked all over the house) are only a temporary fixture.
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You know you're tired of your job when you find yourself jealous of a domesticated animal who shits in a box and dines nightly on hardened, dehydrated grade F horse meat.
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(uncontrollable siamese luv).
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That's awesome! I will also one day be a crazy cat lady. I'm actually not allowed to have pets in my apartment -- so I foster for the SPCA as it's easier to hide teh kittiez when they (and their cat hair/litter tracked all over the house) are only a temporary fixture.
Good luck with your little muffin :)
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Also, this is what I look like at 5am every morning. Too sleepy to get up to go pee.
Damn bladder wins every time.
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Fuzzy alarm clock.
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